Ode to Covid



I miss hugging people ... much more than I thought
I miss going to the pub ... much more than I ought
I miss all my lovely friends... and phone calls just don’t cut it
I miss ... normality? ... there’s no other way to put it

I miss all my colleagues, meeting in a room
I miss all the banter, you can’t get on a Zoom
I miss the office kitchen chat while the kettle does its boil
I miss the laugh and joke that a ‘you’re on mute’ can’t spoil

I miss smiling at a stranger, that’s not blocked by a mask
I miss knowing how life works, without having to ask
I miss reaching out a hand, to comfort someone near
I miss feeling safe and sure for those I hold most dear

But missing all these things will not be for much longer
And missing them the way we have must surely make us stronger
And when we’re free to hug and laugh and share a caring touch
We’ll notice every time we do and value it so much

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